I like cars. I’m not the Tim the Tool Man Taylor guy who builds cars but I like cars. My first car was a 66 Mustang. Navy blue with a white pony interior. Three speed on the floor with a six cylinder under the hood. Cool car. I had it three days. The breaks failed and I parked in the trunk of an LTD.

My second car was a 68 Dodge Charger. Serious upgrade. Dark green, which beat that Dukes of Hazard look all to pieces. Rally wheels, custom interior, and a big beautiful 383 under the hood. Even though this was a low compression, 2 barrel, automatic transmission car it could still break the tires loose in all three gears.

There is just something special about the muscle cars of the late sixties and early seventies.

Right now I have a 72 Plymouth Duster parked in my garage. Black on yellow, original rally wheels, a killer custom interior, a rear spoiler and snorkel hood scoop. While the power plant is just a stock 318 it certainly looks the part of one of the great Mopar muscle cars.

When I drive this car I get more attention then a heart attack victim. You can’t stop to buy gas with out someone wanting to look at the car and talk about the one they had or their dad had or the one they always wanted. You also can’t stop with out buying gas! Two years ago we drove it to Nashville (14 hours) and never stopped once without some type of comment. One lady at a gas station even showed us the pictures of her husbands Duster like it was a grandchild.

What is it about cars that fascinate so many of us? I really don’t have any answers. I have many things in life that I enjoy and I figure cars will be one for about as long as I live. The cars I own now are old for the most part. I don’t like to spend money on cars I just like them. I guess it’s like the great art of the world or a beautiful sunset. There are things we can enjoy with out ever having to possess them.

I have some great memories in cars. My daughter and I sanded an old 85 Dodge truck together getting it ready for paint so she would have a car to drive. My son and I put a lot of work into that Duster. I still think fondly of that old Mustang and Charger. Trips to the beach, cruising around town and just washing and working on them are good memories.

How about you? What car memories have you got?